The best of me for the worst of you

So this is an old poem I wrote last year.  It's not all that great and it was one of my first attempts at rhyme, and I'm not a huge fan but I figured I'd put this up here just for the hell of it.

I laid down my heart for you

to show you that I cared.

You told me to trust you so I gave you all that I dared.

And you walked all over it

just as you please,

leaving footstep shaped scars

like some fatal disease

You rubbed salt in the wound and brought me to my knees.

How many more chances

can I give you till I’m branded a sap?

putting up with all your shit

with you treating me like crap.

Now I don’t know what to do

I don’t know how to repair.

because I trusted you

so I put it all out there.

And now its gone

thanks to you.

the pieces of me blown in opposite directions

I don’t know what to do.

I’m just running in circles

trying to soak up the hurt

with my tiny rag of hope

already so covered in dirt.

And it kills me

that I believed you

Because I can’t get those pieces of me back.

but I wanted to believe you

I wanted it so bad.

And now I’m just here

with this gaping hole in my chest.

I’m done waiting for you to come and fix it.

I’m doing it myself

it may not be great

but I’m doing my best.

Haiku #70

You make me happy

so much so that you ruin

my poetry flow

Haiku #69

You never "grow-up"
not really anyway you
just kind of become

Haiku #68

Your happiness is

a weight on my shoulders that

I don't really mind

Haiku #65, 66, and 67

I do not fear storms
there is something lovely and
cathartic in rain

To me the rain is
like salvation, cleansing and
after, life goes on

The thing with me is
in the rain and in the sun
I will still have hope

Maybe we're doing it all wrong

I was afraid

that my secrets

would weigh me down like an anchor

And I was afraid

to send my secrets away

because it meant that 

they would no longer

be with me

and therefore

the world 

would have parts of me

so personal

and I may never get them back

but then I realized,

that's ok

somethings are meant to be let go.

Haiku #63 and 64

That's what happens when
people go crazy and start
to love each other

I will proudly kill
my demons even if I
will go down with them

Haiku #62

Because for me there

was no beginning or end

just a gentle fall

Haiku #59, 60, and 61

I will never pass
on an opportunity
to slow dance with you

I tied my heart to
the tail of a red balloon
floating up to you

I had a dream that
I, naked and observed,
was quite unashamed